(no subject)
it's strange that when your back is sore
you can think of nothing more
than the night you slept
laying in a soft bed
dreaming dreams of ninjas instead
of that black hole that slowly turns red
as the sun starts to rise
his action i do dispise
because he distills my dreams
that aren't what they seem
and are always forgotten
i need to crack my back
so i can get back to sleep
i have ambitions, but they lack
any resemblence of dreams
and this silence silently creeps up on me
and all i can hear is nothing
i know i don't have the means
to follow through on anything
there are too many things
on my mind, all the time
all i seem to do is rhyme
but they're never wholly right
i feel this constant fright
when my fingers are twitching
and teasing my wishing
that all this black will go away
and this beaten path wont lead me astray
because there's always another way
you can think of nothing more
than the night you slept
laying in a soft bed
dreaming dreams of ninjas instead
of that black hole that slowly turns red
as the sun starts to rise
his action i do dispise
because he distills my dreams
that aren't what they seem
and are always forgotten
i need to crack my back
so i can get back to sleep
i have ambitions, but they lack
any resemblence of dreams
and this silence silently creeps up on me
and all i can hear is nothing
i know i don't have the means
to follow through on anything
there are too many things
on my mind, all the time
all i seem to do is rhyme
but they're never wholly right
i feel this constant fright
when my fingers are twitching
and teasing my wishing
that all this black will go away
and this beaten path wont lead me astray
because there's always another way